Give Murder A Hand: Lizzie. Book 2 (The Westport Mysteries) Read Online Free PDF

about it at dinner once.”
    “Well,” answered Grandma, “I’ll stop looking when I’m dead. Which
is exactly what his wife is. I read her obituary in the paper yesterday.”
    “If his wife just died he’s hardly going to be looking for another
one so soon,” I said, rolling my eyes.
    “You don’t know that. And anyways, he may just file me in his
memory bank for a later date. A good looking man like him won’t stay single for
too long, and when you’re my age you got to stay on top of things like that. The
number of eligible men is dwindling fast. Women live longer than men, you know.
Competition’s fierce,” said Grandma with a wistful sigh, looking at Barry
through the glass window of the pathologist. I followed her gaze. Barry Crosby
stood with a hunched back, his nose hair visible even from this distance and
his pants tied somewhere around his armpits.
    “Well, I guess you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do, Grandma,”
said Molly, her nose crinkling. She mouthed ‘yuck’ as she turned to me and
giggled.
    “Yep, wish me luck. Not that I need it of course,” said Grandma,
smoothing her blue polyester dress, taking the paperwork from Molly and pushing
her walker towards the pathologist.
    “That’s going to be us one day,” I said to Molly, thinking that
loss of eye sight with age was probably a good thing.
    “Puh- lease ... I would never wear polyester.”
    We watched in awe as Grandma chatted to Mr. Crosby and then made her
way to where she had to give blood.
    “Actually Molly, do you mind if I just pop into the doctor’s. I
need to make an appointment.”
    “You’ve been standing here all this time and now you remember?”
    “Yeah, sorry about that.” I’d realized Riley was right and the
memory of the night my stalker caught up with me wouldn’t stay buried amongst
all the other crap I had buried at the back of my mind. Go figure.
    “Well don’t be long,” said Molly as her phone beeped, signaling a message.
She pulled it from her bag, read the screen and looked around the car park, her
face suddenly animated with excitement. Obviously her message was a good one. She
looked back at me. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
    “Nothing,” I replied. “Just thinking I might stay here and check
out the scenery instead. I can always phone through an appointment.”
    Her sigh could be heard a mile away. I grinned.
    “Lizzie, you’re such a pain,” she muttered as she turned her back
and crossed the car park. I giggled and moved into the doctor’s surgery,
looking back out at her whilst I waited my turn. She walked between two cars
and stopped, talking to someone in a white Toyota Camry. I could tell by her
smile that whoever it was, he was male. And obviously cute, because I had never
seen Molly flick her hair as much as she did at that moment. I stood on my tippy
toes trying get a better look, but he sat in the car and I couldn’t see
anything. I wondered if it was Matt.
    My attention was one hundred percent on Molly and her attention was
one hundred percent on the occupant of that car, so neither of us noticed
Grandma Mabel exit the pathologist.
    “Ahh, Lizzie,” said the receptionist, “I think you should go and
see if Mabel’s okay.”
    “What?” I asked, turning my attention to her.
    “Your grandma,” she said pointing outside the glass. “I think
something’s wrong.” I followed her finger and saw Grandma arguing with a woman,
who in all honesty looked perplexed. I quickly moved to open the door to see
what was going on.
    “Call the police!” yelled Grandma, to anyone that was listening. “This woman is
trying to steal my granddaughter’s car!”
    The woman in question turned to me as I pushed through the surgery
door, her face bright red. “I’m not. Honestly, this is my car,” she said
pointing to the black SUV Grandma was trying to get into. I looked at Grandma
struggling to get into the back seat.
    “Women like you should be locked up,” yelled